By Mark Riley
“Smile Mary.” Those simple words made her feel sick. She despised crooked teeth. Many times she begged for braces and was always denied. Hate filled her head as the camera clicked a second time.
“Go away; leave!” Mary looked to Jason, her eyes turned down. ” I don’t want to stay here.” She began running toward the barn. Tripping over discarded junk, falling head first, smashing her jaw. Front teeth littered the concrete slab.
Humiliation was over. Red blood, staining her lips, dripped down her chin.
Mary sang in delight for Christmas was two weeks away. Pain began spreading her untold joy.
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth – smashed out! Quite frightening, really. Just gotta hope the hate in Mary’s head uproots as easily as her teeth.
Good story, but I was hoping that Mary would come by a Christmas miracle and get a whole new set of teeth. Maybe next year, eh?
Such a twisted Christmas story…I like the darkness it entails.